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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.