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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.