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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
World's Most,
Organ,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.