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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 New Age Steppers 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.