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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.