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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
the Association,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.