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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.