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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.