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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.