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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Faust,
Scion,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.