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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
The Slackers,
AZ,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.