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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.