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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.