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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.