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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.