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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.