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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.