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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Cluster,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Rakim,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.