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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.