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 United States 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Brick,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.