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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mojo Men 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.