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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.