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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 Jakarta and Milan.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Brick 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 rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.