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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.