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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.