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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.