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 India and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
10cc,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.