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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.