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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.