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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.