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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.