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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.