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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.