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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.