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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters 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 funk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.