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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Ludus,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.