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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.