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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.