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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Copeland to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.