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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.