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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.