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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.