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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.