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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.