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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.