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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.