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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.