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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.