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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.