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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.