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 India and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Index,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.