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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.