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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.