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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.