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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.