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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.