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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
This Heat,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.