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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.