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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.