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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.