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 Uruguay 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.