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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.