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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.