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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.