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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.