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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.