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 Panama and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Index,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.