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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.