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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
CMW,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.