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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.