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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.