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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.