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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.