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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.