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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 FM Einheit 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.