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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.