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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.