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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
New Order,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.