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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.