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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.