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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
The Index,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.