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 Tonga and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.