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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Television,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.