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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.