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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.