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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Television,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.