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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Swans,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.