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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.