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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.