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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
June Days,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.