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 Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.