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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.