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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.