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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Crime,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.