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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Oneida,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.