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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
the Association,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.