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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
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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.