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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.