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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Gong,
Index,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.