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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Can,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Chrome,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.