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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.