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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.