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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Organ,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.