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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Josef K,
MC5,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.