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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.