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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
MDC,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.