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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Scion,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.