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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.