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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.