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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.