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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.