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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Ronan,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.