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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.