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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.