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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.