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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.