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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.