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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.