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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Q65,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.