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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.