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 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.