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 Yemen 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
The Busters,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.