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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
New Order,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.