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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.