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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.