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 Syria and from New York.
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 Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.