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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.