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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Faust,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.