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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.