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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.