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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.