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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.