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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.