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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.