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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.