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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Nico,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.