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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.