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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.