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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Names to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.