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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.