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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.