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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.