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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.