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 Korea North 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.