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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party 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 jazz 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.