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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.