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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.