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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Swans,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.