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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.