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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.