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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.