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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.