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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet 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 Angry Samoans 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.