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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Nico,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.