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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.