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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.