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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.