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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.