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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.