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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.