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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.