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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.