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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.