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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.