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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.