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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.