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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.