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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Wings,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Swans,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.