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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.