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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.