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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
John Holt,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.