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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.