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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.