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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs 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?
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.