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 Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.