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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.