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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.