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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.