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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.