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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.