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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.