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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.