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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The Techniques to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.