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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.