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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.