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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.