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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 Halifax and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
EPMD,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.