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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Audionom,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.