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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.