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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.