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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Ten City,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.