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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.