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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Quantec,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.