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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 James White and The Blacks 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.