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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.