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 Vietnam 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.