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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 John Coltrane 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.