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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.