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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.