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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Swans,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Television,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.