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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.