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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Gong,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.