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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.