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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.