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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.