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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.