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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s 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 Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Visage,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Brick,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.