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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.