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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.