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 Portugal and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.