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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.