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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.