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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Scion,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.