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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.