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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Can,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.