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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.