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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.