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 Namibia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.