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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.