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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.