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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.