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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.