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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.