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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.