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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
10cc,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Motorama,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.