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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.