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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.