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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Urselle 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.