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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.