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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
MC5,
Scion,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.