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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Deakin,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.