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 Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.