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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.