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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
cv313,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.