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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.