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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.