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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.