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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.