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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.