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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Television,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.