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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.