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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.