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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.