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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.