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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Visage,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.