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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Excepter to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.