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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.