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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.