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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.