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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.