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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
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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.
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.