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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Franke,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.