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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.