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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
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Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.