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 France and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.