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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.