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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Wire,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.