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 Iceland and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.