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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.