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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Faust,
June of 44,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.