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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.