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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.