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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.