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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.