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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.