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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.