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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.