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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
The Names,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.