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 Somalia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.