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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.