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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.