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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.