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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.