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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Skaos,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.