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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.