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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.