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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.