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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Television,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.