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 Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.