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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.