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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.