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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
New Order,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.