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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.