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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.