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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Associates,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
New Order,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.