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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
the Swans,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.