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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.