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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Offenders,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.