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 Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.