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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.