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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.