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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.