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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.