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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.