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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.