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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.