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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.