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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.