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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals 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?
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Index,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.