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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.