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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.