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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.