Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
DNA,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.