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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.