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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.