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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Qualms,
PIL,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.