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 China and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Can to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Mars,
Wire,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.