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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.