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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.