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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.