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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.