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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.