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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Technova,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.