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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.