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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.