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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Gladiators to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.