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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Crime,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.