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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Japan,
X-102,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.