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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Bob Dylan 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.