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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.