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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Symarip,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.