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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Neu! 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.