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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.