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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
The Names,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Television,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.