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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
UT,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.