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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.