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 Nigeria 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.