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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.