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 Niger 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.