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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.