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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.