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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.