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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.