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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.