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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu 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?
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
X-102,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.