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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.