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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.