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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.