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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.