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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.