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 Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Kas Product,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.