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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.