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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Crime to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.