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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.