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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.