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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.