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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.