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 the UAE 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.