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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.