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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.