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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.