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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Index,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.