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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.