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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.