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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.