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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.