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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.