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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.