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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.