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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.