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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.