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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.