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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.