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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.