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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.