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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
The Fall,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.