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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
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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.