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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.