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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.