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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.