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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Fear,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.