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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.