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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.