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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.