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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Aswad,
The Evens,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.