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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.