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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.