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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes 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 techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.