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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.