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 Albania 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.