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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.