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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.