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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.