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 China and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.