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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
PIL,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.