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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.