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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.