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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Nico,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.