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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.