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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.