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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.