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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.