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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Music Machine 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.