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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.