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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.