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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Chrome,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.