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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.