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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.