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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Hoover,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.