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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.