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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.