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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.