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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Liliput,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.