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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.