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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.