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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.