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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.