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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.