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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.