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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.