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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.