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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.