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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
ABBA,
Faust,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.