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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.