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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.