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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.