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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
June of 44,
10cc,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.