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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.