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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Pole,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Smog,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.