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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.