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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.