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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.