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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.