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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.