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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.