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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.