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 Norway 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.