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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.