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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.