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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.