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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.