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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.