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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.