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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.