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 France 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.