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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.