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 Paraguay 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.