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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Magazine,
Skaos,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.