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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.