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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.