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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
10cc,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.