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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Wire,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.