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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.