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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.