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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.