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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Japan,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.