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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All AZ 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.