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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.