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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.