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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Index,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.