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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 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 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
X-101,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.