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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Little Man,
Excepter,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.