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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.