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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.