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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.