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 Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.