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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.