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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.