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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.