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 Bahamas 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Cymande to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.