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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
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.