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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.