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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.