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 Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.