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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.