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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.