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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.