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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 La Düsseldorf 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.