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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.