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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.