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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.