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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.