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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
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.