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 Malaysia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.