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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.