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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.