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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.