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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.