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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.