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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.