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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.