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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.