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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The Sound,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.