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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Japan,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.