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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.