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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.