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 Estonia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.