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 Bulgaria 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.