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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.