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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.