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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.