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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.