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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.