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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.