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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.