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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.