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 Finland and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.