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 France and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.