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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Index,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.