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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.