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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.