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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.