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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.