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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Magma,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.