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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Darondo,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.