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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.