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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.