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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.