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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.