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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.