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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.