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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.